The Lost Tomb Vol. 8

Chapter 47: Finally Met the Zhang Jia Ancient Building

Fatty gave me a pat, and trembled like me.

We had finally arrived. Fuck, it wasn't easy, and I could feel the tears coming down.

The whole building was dark without any light source, showing an ominous atmosphere. I never thought that Zhang Jialou would be such a huge building.

Where were they? The eagerness in my heart burst out: "Zhang Qilin!" I gave a loud shout.

There were echoes from the empty cave and I even shouted several times, the echoes almost filling the whole space.

I thought to myself: it's absolutely impossible not to hear that. If they were still alive, they couldn't have missed it.

As the echo slowly disappeared, the whole space returned to the kind of silence that made people feel cold.

I gasped and waited for a response from anywhere.

I waited for a long time, however, the silence wasn't broken and my unease began to increase. The nightmare that had always existed in the back of my mind reared its head.

What if all of them were really dead?

The problem that I had been unwilling to consider had now rushed to the forefront and I could no longer escape.

There was no reply and everything was as quiet as hell, as if we were the first group of visitors in nearly a thousand years. Even the sleeping dead couldn't be awakened.

"Let's go." Fatty patted me on the shoulder and said, "Whether dead or alive, you have to see it with your own eyes. Didn't you say so?"

I lit a cigarette, took three puffs in a row, and then threw it to the ground: "Go!"

Zhang Jia ancient building's door was completely gray, and when I touched it, I found it was all dust. The door was badly decayed, and the window paper on it was so completely rotten that you could see the darkness inside.

I looked at those checkered windows—typical Qing Dynasty architecture, and it was indeed the style of Yangshi Lei.

"Here," Fatty said to me. I saw that dust had been knocked off in several places on the windowpane. Fatty gave it a push and the door opened.

The door shaft gave a shrill creak, and then dust surged everywhere.

Fatty and I immediately took a step back, covered our mouths and waited for the dust to slowly fall.

We looked each other in the eye and Fatty made an "after you" gesture. I tilted my head and said, "Didn't you lead the way before?"

Fatty said, "This is giving you a chance to perform. If you can't, then I'll do it."

I took a deep breath: "Well then, don't mind if I do." I stepped towards the door.

It was dark inside and I could see a huge space when I swept the area with my flashlight. It was a huge floor with four pillars standing in the middle of the hall.

There was nothing on this floor, only a lot of equipment spread out in the middle of the room.

As we walked over, we found that it was indeed Poker-Face's equipment bag covered in white dust. Fatty looked at the roof beam, which was undoubtedly the architectural style of the Qing Dynasty, and saw countless patterns on the roof. Right now, the whole building was miserably white from any angle you looked at.

"Why is this place so big?" Fatty squatted down and shook a package that I saw contained food. The white dust on it was shaken up so much that I suddenly felt uncomfortable and immediately pulled him back.